Rave: Spent Saturday and most of Sunday in NYC. Saw Zarkana (one of the Cirque shows) at Radio City. I didn't get the plot of the story at all, but I didn't care because the acrobatic stuff was fun to watch. After the show we started drinking--hard. Kicked off with a Maker's on the rocks and followed that up with three big shots of tequila. From there, it was just a blur of more alcohol and a bunch of different bars. Dinner was in there somewhere and I'm told it was delicious. Rant: Was sufficiently hung over Sunday morning. The worst I've been in a long, long time. Rave(?): I opened my wallet on Sunday and found $20 that I, nor anyone else I was with, has any recollection of me obtaining. As John Mulaney says in one of his jokes about blacking out, "That means that at some point last night, I exchanged goods--and/or services--for money." I had all of my goods and I didn't feel violated, so who knows.
Rant: Had an airfield emergency; plane was coming in to land, and all the airfield lights shut off. Not necessarily a bad thing; it just meant that I had to sprint to the truck and drive on base to turn them on manually. Except I forgot my cover. Apparently, to the gate guards, this is a sign that I hate the Marine Corps and all it stands for, because I got to sit there and get chewed out by a gunnery sergeant while a plane was doing go-arounds. Asshole. Rant: Hooooly shit we got slayed for PT today. My crew chief just got back from the Martial Arts Instructor Course, which is basically a month of waking up at 3 in the morning and working out twelve hours a day. He led PT, and we got housed. Sprint half a mile, lunges, Burpees, sprint another half mile, Burpee-pullups, run a mile, abs, run another mile, sprint a quarter mile, more Burpee pull-ups, sprint up a hill, jog half a mile, and sprint back to the starting point. Rave: I made it! Without dying.
Spent Sunday with my kick-ass son who turned 18 yesterday. World, you are welcome. I bequeath unto you an amazing young man. And yes, I'm crying at work this morning.
Rant: Is is just me, or has the commenteriat over at Partial Objects gotten really fucking stupid lately? <a class="postlink" href="http://partialobjects.com/2011/07/skepchick-in-an-elevator-is-not-interesting/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://partialobjects.com/2011/07/skepc ... teresting/</a> <a class="postlink" href="http://partialobjects.com/2011/07/exactly-the-wrong-response-to-the-norway-bombings/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://partialobjects.com/2011/07/exact ... -bombings/</a> Both great, insightful articles immediately washed over by a wave of stupidity.
Spoilered because I'm a crybaby. Spoiler Rant: He just left for Austin for a couple of weeks. Gonna work with DPS down there for a bit. I'm intimidated right now. A little scared, but mostly okay. Rave: I asked him point blank if needing space means the relationship is over. He said No. It just means that he's got to get himself situated so he can be better for me. Rant: I miss him. Rave: He misses me too. I'm better today than I have been. I'm still scared, but he's done a lot to make me feel better. edit: yes. i'm whining. I know.
Isn't she a Congresswoman, not a Senator? Rave: 66 years ago today. Fuck off, Japan. I hope you enjoyed the nukes.
Rant: I may be dying. Vegas has killed me. I have the shakes and feel like I need to vomit, again. This is two days straight.
Rave: New car? Check. New headunit for said car? Check. Music sounds better just from new headunit? Check. One more week until I'm back at school? Motherfucking check!
Rave: I was lazy about making 401k elections when I signed on with the current company two years ago and it's all in fixed income, not a bad day to start buying.
Rave: Today I finally managed to track down a copy of the issue of the magazine with my first food column in it. It's my longest (2000 words, 2.5 pages), biggest deal byline to date - in print AND paid no less! - and I got a contributors' page photo and bio, so it was really exciting for me. Rant: The contributors' page is really fun, the table of contents is exciting, and then I flip to the actual article and it is an entirely different name in the byline. No, they did not misspell my name. It is a completely different person. I'm pretty sure it's just a huge mistake rather than someone else trying to take credit for my work, but god damn that really sucked. And sorry to sound all Charlie Brown/Durbanite on you guys, but that type of stuff happens to me all the time. As soon as I saw it I was just like "Yeah, that would happen. It just would." Not even sure what to say to the editor about it, since it's not like it can be fixed so it would just be complaining, but I think I need to say something. Rave: Rereading the article made me feel a bit better because it was really good, ifIdosaysomyself.
Rant: Fuck DHL so very hard with 80 grit sandpaper right in their ass. My fiancee has been mailing me packages of her personal belongings, and one of them had been missing for a while. I got home from work today and had a small package in my mailbox. Apparently the package was damaged, and they only recovered about 10% of the belongings in there. Telling your fiancee that her personal stuff is now missing via Skype really sucks floppy donkey dong. Rant: I've got a mouse in my house. Woke up this morning to my kitchen littered with mouse droppings, and the straw from my Starbucks iced coffee yesterday is nowhere to be found. While I'm typing this, I am preheating my oven, and can hear the little fucker under there and my dog is going nuts. Picked up traps on my way home tonight, so hopefully by tomorrow I will have slayed the beast.
Rant: Why the hell are all the workers in the Swartz Bay ferry terminal such assholes? I feel like I'm the only person in the world who never gets any Canadian politeness at all. Is it my face?
Rant: Why does the cute boy that falls completely head over heels in love with me have to be a crazy drunk redneck with anger management issues? And have four kids? And live with a woman that he's been involved with since he got out of prison four years ago? Rave: There are other men. Rave: There's a promotion at work on the horizon. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Rave: I just turned on the television to the last five minutes of Hoarders. What greeted me was the little blurb of text they put up after a commercial, letting the audience know the story so far: Billy Bob has kicked Darnita and the film crew off his property, bringing the cleanup to a screeching halt. How awesome is that sentence? Really, it tells you everything you'll ever need to know about these people. EDIT: My god, I never knew TMR's name was Darnita...
Rave: Getting shitfaced drunk today with a buddy who also doesn't have work to do for the moment was fun. He wants to move to DC or Boston, which sucks for me but hopefully he finds what he's looking for. Rant: Damn you cheap beer! I feel like shit now!